The promises of a fresh start and new life where riches are obtained, immigrating to Australia to join the gold rush almost felt like a dream to Adeline. If she thought the three month voyage was crowded and confined , on the ship from England, nothing could prepare her for what awaited her in her new life. The horseback ride into Gawler, was an eye-opener for the family as the intense heat, endless flies and stinging dust were not a part of this dream. Adeline and her son young son Noah, dismounted and thanked the horseman as they arrive at their new home. They walked hand in hand, as the red soil crunched and crackled beneath their feet, as she reunited with her husband. The family approached a small shack that resembled more of a shed, than …show more content…
She had left Noah at home, she arrived at the mine site, sweat dripping from her face. No one was around, the site was quiet…more than usual. She tied the horse up to the gum tree, and noticed a thick grey cloud of smoke form in the sky. Her speed picked up, and crouched under the gate and saw what looked like a battle field. At this moment she didn’t care about the policy, she began to run through the site seeing gravel, debris and bodies piled on top of each other. The black ashes were scattered for as far as the eye could see. Adeline ran towards the underground entrance and discovered it had been caved in, with rocks and equipment thrown on top of it. Her lips …show more content…
Adeline was back in the kitchen, with a fresh batch of raisin and oat biscuits. It was the anniversary of the explosion at the mine, where hundreds laid trapped under tonnes of debris and somewhat gold. This was the first time making Owen’s favourite snack since the accident. The house just wasn’t the same. Going to sleep every night knowing someone isn’t there with you. Living in the bush is dangerous and remote, Adeline can’t protect herself let alone her own child. She called her horse and draped the cloth over its hairy back. “Noah, I’m going into town…please, please don’t leave this house” she asked anxiously. He leaned against the unstable beam of the run down shack, still in his pyjamas. “I promise
In the short story "Leaving the Iron Lung" Carter, Anne Laurel Carter emphasizes contrasting characters to demonstrate that dreams and safety have their own limits. First, Agathe represents Pauline’s safety
In order to understand the behavior and actions of the four characters in this story, the author must describe the place physical place and time where the four characters must survive. The perception of this environment is crucial for the actions of the characters to be appropriate. Clark describes some sights in this decimated prairie, “The frozen mud still bore the toothed impress of great tanks, and a wanderer on the neighboring undulations might have stumbled, in this light, into large, partially filled-in and weed-grown cavities, their banks channeled and beginning to spread into badlands. These pits were such as might have been made by falling meteors, but they were not. They were scars ...
The story began with the picture of Sunday's night after church, at eleven o'clock in the evening. Delia was still working. As a washwoman, Monday's morning was important for her because she would return all the clean clothes and earn her money. That money was to pay for the house, her food, and the pony which Sykes, her husband, had gone with. After 15 years of marriage, Delia had lost all hopes in Sykes. The countless beatings and painful acts of Sykes had brought her to her limit. Sykes had gotten home, and as usual, the fight happened between two former lovers. Sykes's appearance by a scary scene was like the ev...
Ada's story resumes. The novel follows her adjustment to a life of labor in harmony with nature. Ada's friendship with Ruby blossoms as she begins to identify with the natural world. The female protagonist lays down roots at the farm and recalls memories of Inman and her father. Occasionally, she finds herself touched by events surrounding the war. A group of pilgrims forced into exile by Federal soldiers seeks shelter for a day at the farm. Ada recalls Blount, a soldier she met at a party in Charleston who later died in battle.
Maria idly walked along the wooden fence until something odd caught her eye. At first she though a whole section of fence was missing towards the far end but she knew that that couldn’t be the case. Mildly concerned she walked up to the gap and saw that one of the boards had been kicked over. She picked it up, the wood soaking wet. Maria put the board back into place when she realized there was blood on it; her hands were covered in it. Afraid she looked around for her horses. In the fields there were two stallions, six mares, a colt, and two foals. After making a head count she realized one of her mares is missing, a Cleveland Bay named Aida.
My mind was boggled, I didn’t know why my parents insisted on taking me to such strange places. But this one was okay. When we walked in the door I spotted a bright mysterious little tree. I was four of course so I thought that this place was a dreamland. So while my parents were dragging me around this winter wonderland I spot this ornament on the same little tree and it had three little ducks on it and the bottom of those ducks were bells. So being me I took it off the tree and started to shake it around. Of course, it amused me so while my parents were shopping I was carrying around this bright yellow jingling ducky ornament. I may have liked this
The big year, Senior year. This year has gone by super fast, almost to fast. The highlight of this year was taking 4 Ag classes. Brasser and Buttram have made my senior year. They have taught me more in one year than I have in 3. Brasser was in the service for a long time, so i'm telling us his stories were crazy. I learned how to use power tools and build a shed. Buttram convinced me to try FFA, I was open to try new things so I did it. It was my first year and I improve at every meet. We were a team of 4 and only 3 showed up so basically we can’t move on from districts because our scores wouldn’t be enough. I still had a great time and got a lot of experience to take with me. I wish I was in an Ag class freshman year. Basketball season wasn’t
One song that describes my life right now is Let there be cowgirls by chris cagle. This song describes me because i ride horses as often as i can. I spend hours on end with my horse. Sometimes it is just sitting there on a bucket reading while she eats. Or i take her on long trail rides because it is so so so calming. My horse is my best friend i tell her everything and the best part is, she never tells anyone my secrets. There is one line in the song that says, “Let there be cowgirls for every cowboy, make ‘em strong as any man. Something you can’t tame she's a mustang.” this part is probably describing my life the best because when i was little i used to get picked on for being really strong. I spent my summers helping my dad with moving the hay around so it wouldn’t get moldy. Then i would carry saddles around the yard hoping that one day i would be able to lift it high enough to get it on my horse. So when the song says make ‘em strong as any man it really makes me feel better that i actually spent my time to make myself stronger instead of just letting myself waste away in front of the TV like all the other girls my age.
He was so sick of traveling on this damned horse, and he could feel the negative effects of not getting enough rest taking it's toll on him greatly. For the past few days, he had made sure that she would be properly protected, and he was willing to go to extreme measures to ensure her safety because he truly cared about her. Whenever they had set up camp for the night, they were in the middle of some forest, or in a open field, and it wasn't like those places were exactly safe . He stayed up for the majority of the night, listening out for anything that would sound out of place or threatening to him. When he would fall asleep, it seemed like the very next moment she would be shaking his arm, telling him to wake up and get ready to leave once again. It was tempting to take a nap while they were riding, but he wanted to protect her and make sure that she wouldn't make any stupid decisions. He glanced around at his surroundings and saw that they had emerged onto a open field which was empty with the exception of a tree or two. The meadow stretched out for miles, and everything seemed perfectly
She submerged herself under her blankets in hopes that the morning would prove she had only had a bad dream. Morning would come, along with no cat. Many more normal mornings would come until nine days later. Angela awoke this particular morning to with a visitor: a crimson puddle of blood beside her arm, and the words, “Where’s your mommy?” engraved in her skin.The wand gleamed in the sunlight, almost happily, she noticed. It seemed as if she had received more than just a new toy.
With fear we go outside and pile into the maroon truck without putting on our shoes. Alivia brought a blanket and is clinging to it like crazy. Keri drives around Osceola while we listen to some country music. We talk about whether it was the wind, or if we need to call Eric. It’s about 1 A.M. and we head back to Brianna’s house. Alivia doesn’t want to go back in the house, but Keri makes her. She still not convinced it was just the wind. Keri feels so bad for us and we end up sleeping in the living room because no one wants to go back into the bedroom. We fall asleep on the big brown couch. I am the last one to wake up. When I do Lexi tells me that it was the wind that kept shutting the door because that morning Keri went in and checked. I laugh thinking I was just scared by the
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
Darl, who narrates much of this first section, returns with Jewel a few days later, and the presence of buzzards over their house lets them know their mother is dead. On seeing this sign, Darl sardonically reassures Jewel, who is widely perceived as ungrateful and uncaring, that he can be sure his beloved horse is not dead. Addie has made Anse promise that she will be buried in the town of Jefferson, and though this request is a far more complicated proposition than burying her at home, Anse’s sense of obligation, combined with his desire to buy a set of false teeth, compels him to fulfill Addie’s dying wish.
I began to focus on the rest of the contents that came from the bag. It held a backpack with an assortment of melee weapons, ammo, food, drink and a thing of rope. I looked around the room but began to lose hope as I saw no points of interest that could lead to an exit. I laid down and began to cry, this was the first time I had thought of my family and really questioned where I was. Why was I the only one who did not die from the explosions, why am I the only one down here? I stood up to a small tremor, then a violent shake accompanied by a molten rock shower. I had nowhere to go, the eruption had come from across the cavern but the molten rock was crawling its way slowly towards me. I was stuck between a wall and the little bit of water left in the room I had only one option. I was with my family when I saw them coming, hundreds of fiery streaks shooting out of the sky landing all over our city, making large flashes when meeting with the ground. We began to run for the underground tunnels dodging fallen trees and ruined building until was saw it, no more than a hundred meters away but we were too late. The gate was obliterated by a tall oak tree, we began to search for any other possible escape and that was when we saw it. A ominous cavern in the side of a hill. “That wasn’t always there was it?” I yelled. She replied “No, but that is our best option right now.” We each went to grab a kid but we couldn’t, they were in a better place. We began to run not looking back at the horrible scene we had just witnessed. Once inside way began to weep with the image of our children's bodies gone, replaced by a smoking crater. We knew they would find us here, I pulled out my 9mm and gave it to my wife and she nodded, put it to her head, and pulled the trigger. I awoke in the cold cavern, water splashing me in the face as I came to. They were the lucky ones, I
Back in the carriage, Emma does her best to stay poised. “That is not Charles” She said to herself continually. The man on the black horse drew closer; she could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves hit the ground in a thunderous rage. She leaned out the window to yell her husband’s name, as the horseman passed by he locked eyes with Emma then looked back up and rode on. Emma set back with a sigh of relief, as the carriage rolled into the town. She told the drive to stop, and she got out of the carriage to look for the man who loaned her the money. When she walked up to his office door, she found that it was locked and the man was gone. In her mind she...